24. JOSH
JOSH
April had gone for a shower while I stretched out on the lumpy futon.
It was like trying to settle between camel humps.
I was sure lump thirty-nine had left a permanent mark in my hip.
Not that I expected to sleep much anyways.
My mind had been replaying most of today.
A specific part of today at least. The part where April and I were locking lips.
How far would I have gone? We were pretending to be an item, but in that moment, there was nothing to pretend.
I wanted more of her. Desperately. And I didn’t know what to do about it, except wonder, did she?
My eyes stared up at the ceiling, my cock thickening the more I thought about April.
The way her skin felt, her nipples when they pressed against me, the softness of her lips.
Instinctively, my hand reached under the waist of my sweats and stroked my cock.
Fuck, it was like iron. Aching for release.
The click of the door opening had me releasing my grip on myself from under the thick blanket and hoping it wasn’t that noticeable in the dimly lit space.
Until I caught a glimpse of April with her wet hair hanging down and nipples peeking through despite the thick fabric of her sweater.
Fuck me. She tossed her clothes in her bag and tucked herself under the covers.
Her lips trembling and her body shaking.
“Shit, it got cold,” she said through chattering teeth, pulling the blankets up to her nose.
Instinctively, I scooched over next to her and tugged her into the crook of my arm. She tensed for a moment before settling against me.
“How are you so w-wa-arm?” She shivered.
Thinking of you naked. Us naked. The warning bells in my head rang loud, letting me know to keep that shit as an inside thought.
I cleared my throat. “Dunno. Maybe it’s the sweats?” Liar.
My cock twitched. I inched slightly back to not poke her thigh with my raging hard-on. She shifted slightly, giving me more space. Not that it worked.
Carefully, I positioned myself onto my back to remove the itch to touch her, to dig my hands into the soft flesh of her hips.
She was driving me wild. Don’t do it. My inner self scolded me, reminding me this was not part of the plan.
The whole day, as perfect as it was, was make-believe.
Throwing sex or anything into the mix would be problematic for a situationship.
I focused on the sounds of the crickets I heard chirping out in the dewy grass.
The hum of the water you could make out from the open window and April’s slowing breaths.
My eyes drifted down to the tip of her nose peeking out from the edge of the blankets.
I smiled at how cute she looked. Her chest rose and fell in long succession.
“Stop glaring. It’s weird,” April mumbled, as if she watched me out of her peripheral vision.
“I was making sure you could breathe, all wrapped up like a mummy,” I replied dryly.
“Or staring at my chest.” She scoffed.
“It’s a great view,” I added, shifting, yet again, to add a touch more space between us, instantly letting in a small draft. I shuddered at the coolness.
“I’ve been told,” she murmured, drifting off.
An unexpected flash of jealousy bubbled up inside me. No one was allowed to look at those tits. They were mine. What the hell? For now. The next few weeks, at least. Or so I told myself.
I willed my hands to keep where they were as I lulled off to sleep.
The bastards didn’t listen. I woke up to a handful of ass.
A warm leg was draped over mine, April’s head was on my chest. Her fingers were running up and down my stomach.
My dick was anxiously waking. Nervously, I lay completely still.
Unsure if April was awake or asleep. It was still pitch-black outside and the only light was from the moon through the sliver of the drapes. I couldn’t have been asleep that long.
“April,” I croaked out just as her fingers dipped into the tip of my waistband.
“Mmmh,” she mumbled, nuzzling against my chest. Just as she edged to go lower, I gripped her hand, jolting her awake.
Fuck. She was asleep. My lips pursed together, wishing that she had been awake and fully knew what she was doing, because fuck, did I want to see just how far those fingers were about to creep.
“You’re handsy when you sleep,” I added teasingly.
Quickly, she yanked her hand back, fully coming to. I let mine rest on her ass, as it had been the whole time.
“Err. Sorry,” she shyly whispered.
“No need.” I grinned, watching her face in the soft moonlight. Even now, I could see she was embarrassed by her roaming fingertips. “Besides, I’d have liked to see exactly where those fingers were headed.”
She went to swat at me, but I caught her hand and tugged her enough that she rolled over, lying on half of me.
She breathed out heavily. There was a long pause neither of us attempted to fill.
Through the small amount of moonlight entering the window, olive eyes glinted in the light, and I could see the small freckles across the band of her nose. She was stunning.
My eyes fell to her lips. Pink, pouty, and perfect.
One kiss. One taste. That was all I needed from her to settle the fire inside me.
My resolve was on its last legs. Her breathing got heavier as I pulled her slightly closer.
She didn’t protest. My cock grew against the inside of her thigh.
She moaned and edged closer to me, shifting her legs wider.
My hand gripped her ass tighter, while her hand that was braced against my chest, tightened.
Her nails slightly digging into my skin.
Our chests heaved, the tension between us was palpable, an electric pulse like the one throbbing in my cock.
It stirred at the contact she made when she shifted slightly, rubbing against me.
My eyes locked on hers. She shifted again, my cock now at her entrance as she was on top of me.
I didn’t want this to stop. Not like last time. The fear of rejection entered my mind.
“April,” I breathed out, huskier than normal as I was losing my battle to not thrust into her.
“Josh,” she whispered back, our lips creeping toward each other with each syllable of my name. We locked eyes, as if we were searching for permission we couldn’t find the words to ask.
“Fuck it.” My words muffled as my lips crashed into hers. It was hot and needy. I pulled her deeper into me. Our bodies melding together. Our kisses more frantic and headier. She shifted completely on me, grinding against my dick.
“Fuck,” I groaned against her mouth.
“Yes,” she said, as if I had asked a question.
Without hesitating, I tore her shirt off over her head, making her giggle.
And then flipped her on her back, yanking her pants off, tossing them on the floor.
I gripped onto her waist, sliding her towards me, and silencing her with a kiss.
She gave in immediately, her fingernails digging into my skin.
My hands easily wandered to her heavy breasts and I rolled her hardened nipples between my fingers.
She arched in response. I left a trail of kisses down her neck, then sucked on her tit and let my other hand wander between her thighs.
“Spread, I need room to work.” She obliged. “Good girl,” I groaned, slipping my fingers inside her drenched pussy.
She whimpered and bucked towards me when my thumb pushed down on her swollen clit.
My cock was throbbing, needing some relief.
I pumped it a few times before I dropped to my knees, lifting her leg over my shoulder.
She pushed her hair away from her face and watched me as I stuck my face between her legs, my tongue swiping between the folds.
“Mhmm,” she moaned, as her fingers wound through the short strands of my hair. Pushing me where she wanted me to go. Her breaths were ragged and her moans were getting louder. “Better be quiet, sweetlips.”
“Sweetlips?”
“’Cause you fucking taste so good.” I grinned before I dove back in, making her clutch the sheets and grit her teeth together. It only took a few more swipes and her legs were quaking. Her orgasm hit her hard as she came all over my face. Fuck, it was hot. I gave her a minute to recoup some energy.
I slid up her body, kissing her so she could taste herself. “I want to fuck you.”
Her eyes lit up. “Thank God. Because I want you to fuck me.”
This fucking girl. Edging off the bed, I reached for a condom from the side of my duffel bag.
“You brought condoms?”
“Yeah. Because I fucking wanted this to happen, but I didn’t think it would,” I said matter-of-factly.
Her lips pushed firmly together, as if hiding a bashful smile. “Me too.”
I opened her legs wide, lining my shaft up with her pooling center, and thrust it in. Her head dropped back to the pillow. I withdrew, then did it again. Gripping her legs and pulling them up around me. Sweat rolled down me, the once cool bunkie was now a furnace.
One.
Two.
Three.
Thrusts.
“Fuck,” she moaned, loudly.
“I am, sweetlips.” I thrust once more, driving the futon against the wall, before withdrawing completely.
“Hey!” she protested. I smacked her ass.
“Bend over,” I growled. She bit her lip, but turned over, sticking her ass into the air. I bit it gently before I gave it another thwap for good measure, making her squeak.
“Again,” she whispered.
“Does my girl like to be spanked?”
She nodded.
Another swat at her cheek. My palm stung with the contact, but she arched beautifully in response. “Another?” I growled.
She sucked in a breath. “Yes, but this time I want you in me.”
Fucking hell. “What my girlfriend wants, she gets,” I said as I lined her up with my cock. “Ready?”
She nodded. I entered her slowly, making sure the angle was right.
She gasped when I was fully inserted. Then I slapped her ass and she fucking moaned so loud, I could have come just from hearing her.
I thrust into her a few times and she put her back into it as she moved her hips, swirling them onto me.
My fingers dug into her soft flesh, gripping her.
My balls were swelling, her pants coming quicker.
“Yes, Josh.” I withdrew from her, bent her over farther, yanking her hips up, and plunging into her. She cried out, “More!”
I thrust in and out like a fucking piston, the sound of our grunts and groans ringing out loudly through the bunkie. April shoved her face into a pillow.
“Fuck, I love that sound.” Our bodies slapped together, filling the air. I gripped onto her thick hips, pushing and pulling until I felt her pussy strangle my cock. A few more deep thrusts and my balls squeezed tight as my orgasm ripped through me. Holy shit. I almost blacked out.
We collapsed on the futon and nearly tipped over, making us both laugh.
I got up and found some tissues to clean us up with.
She turned her back to me for a moment, looking for her shirt and it hit me.
We’d crossed a line that we never defined and we would need to figure that out.
I crawled in next to her and did the one thing I never did, I pulled her in close for a post-sex snuggle.
I waited for her to say something about it as her fingers danced across my chest, it was soothing, but neither of us spoke as we fell back to sleep.